The day went quickly, melting from day into night.
Astronauts were used to the effect. Me? Not so much. The Sun had grown.
The World heated.
Frost hung from the Sun, previously Red hot.
Now, not so much.
The Moon. The lovely Moon. Soft. Sweet. Melting.
Moon River. Brighter than a Mile.
I’m crossing you in style some day.
We’re after that same rainbows end,
waiting round the bend.
My Huckleberry Friend… Moon River & Me.
There’s such a lot of World to see.